Thursday, May 22, 2008

Here is a little taste of what I’ve my latest creation Tuttle’s House of Horror. If all goes well, this book will be released in time for Halloween this year.

Adam led Kali up the steps. He stumbled near the top and they fell in a heap on the stairs, causing them both to break into a giggling fit. They staggered onto the second floor, looking for a suitable room to commandeer.

“Let’s take the one at the end of the hall,” Kali suggested.“Oh yeah, less chance of someone walking in on us that way,” he agreed.“Or hearing us.”“Good point. You do tend to get rather vocal with the loving.”“Would you have it any other way?”“Not a chance,” he laughed.

Adam kissed her on the neck before giving her a playful nibble. He picked Kali up, carried her into the sparsely furnished bedroom, swung the door shut with the heel of his shoe and laid her on the bed. They kissed feverishly as they shimmied out of their clothes. He had just buried his face between her breasts when the door eased open.

“Trick or treat,” a voice whispered through a clown mask bearing a huge grin that exposed rows of pointed teeth.“What the hell?” Adam growled, turning just in time to see someone closing the door.“Trick or treat,” he repeated, still in a hushed tone.“Not funny, asshole. Can’t you see we’re kind of busy here?” Adam said with forced laugh.The mask was the only semblance of a clown he wore. The rest of his costume consisted of a battered biker jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans.“Get your own room,” Kali added. “This is a party for two.”“Trick or treat,” the twisted jester said again, closing the gap to the end of the bed in two strides.

Kali grabbed a pillow and covered herself. “Jimmy is that you?”Instead of answering, he leapt onto the foot of the bed, landed on his knees, shoved his arms up both sleeves of his leather jacket and sat there.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Adam yelled. “This ain’t no peep show.”The man continued to sit there, just staring at them, his gaze shifting slowly from one to the other.“If you don’t get out of here right now, I’m going kick your ass,” Adam warned.

His arms sprang free of the sleeves with a blur of speed, light reflecting from the long smooth blades he now held in both hands। He lunged forward, stabbing them both through the throat before they could scream. Blood shot forth, coating the sheets, the wall above the headboard and all three of the participants. Adam and Kali thrashed, gargled and gasped for air. The clown bounced up and down on the bed, both arms lashing out over and over, rising and falling, pushing and pulling, plunging in rhythm to an unheard song. The man had become an evil conductor of a demented orchestra of death.